We're talking trash again like long sedated lovers   Baby what's become of us   A latent memory of Southern springs and summers   Maybe winter in New York      It's started raining now on all my best intentions   I'm putting on my heavy coat   I'll take an airplane and leave the worst unmentioned   Blame it on a lack of time      When I was given to easy answers   I swept you off your feet   But now the dancing days are gone   You sleep alone, leave the radio on      I'm high above it now, the clouds a pillow for me   I consider even more   You have the softest eyes, the ways to wash and comfort   All the kids on Jersey shore      And I believe in easy answers   Coming home for Christmas   Minding manners all along   I sleep alone, leave the radio on      Yes I believe in easy answers   Something permanent   But only chances make a song   We sleep alone, leave the radio on   We sleep alone, leave the radio on